I’ve lost my words like one loses a lover neglected love is not immortal, or endlessly resilient or self-sustaining it needs to be nurtured pampered of course I know this I have known this, forever just as I have known, forever, that words also need to be cajoled enthusiastically serenaded somwhat disingenously reassured while believing it, sincerely that they alone are treasured that’s how love survives human or literary ... of course, I have known this forever
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